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Either heaven or hell will have continuous background music. Which one you think it will be tells a lot about you.


How can you tell that there's a drummer at your front door? Gradually, the knocking gets faster and faster.


Q.- What is a physically actuated, wind powered, pitch approximater?

A.- A trombone!


A C, an E-flat, and a G go into a bar. The bartender says: "Sorry, but we don't serve minors." So the E-flat leaves, and the C and the G have an open fifth between them. After a few drinks, the fifth is diminished and the G is out flat. An F comes in and tries to augment the situation, but is not sharp enough.

A D comes into the bar and heads straight for the bathroom saying, "Excuse me. I'll just be a second." Then an A comes into the bar, but the bartender is not convinced that this relative of C is not a minor. Then the bartender notices a B-flat hiding at the end of the bar and exclaims, "Get out now. You're the seventh minor I've found in this bar tonight."

The E-flat comes back to the bar in a 3-piece suit with nicely shined shoes. The bartender says, "You're looking sharp tonight, come on in! This could be a major development." This proves to be the case, as the E-flat takes off the suit and stands there au natural.

Eventually, the C sobers up, and realizes in horror that he's under a rest. The C is brought to trial, is found guilty of contributing to the diminution of a minor, and is sentenced to 10 years of DS without Coda at an upscale correctional facility. On appeal, however, the C is found innocent of any wrongdoing, even accidental, and that all accusations to the contrary are bassless. 

The bartender decides that since he's only had tenor so patrons, with the soprano out in the bathroom, and everything becoming alto much treble, he needs a rest, and closes the bar.


The conductor repeatedly asked the trumpet section to play with more dynamics. 
The first trumpet player responded in frustration, "We're playing as loud as we can!"


 
Why do sax players prefer the alto sax to the soprano sax? 
The soprano sax doesn't have a place to put your beer.


What's the difference between God and a conductor? 
God knows He's not a conductor. 


Definitions: 

Bassoon: a bedpost with a bad case of gas. 
Beat: what music students do to each other with their instruments. 
Concert: a place where people go to cough and sneeze. 
Conductor: Someone who is able to follow many people at once. 
Counterpoint: a favorite device of many Baroque composers, all of whom are dead, though no direct connection between these two facts has been established. 
Cut time: when everyone else is playing twice as fast as you are. 
Drummer: someone who hangs around with musicians. 
Fermata: a brand of girdle made especially for opera singers. 
Half step: two piccolos playing in unison. 
Male quartet: three men and a tenor. 
Oboe: an ill wind that nobody blows good. 
Octave: an interval having eight diatonic steps or twelve chromatic steps (fifteen when sung by a tenor). 
Phrase: What teaching music does to your nerves. 
Pitch: a tossing motion frequently used by band students to hand in music. 


"I'm told that Wagner's music is not as bad as it sounds." - Mark Twain 


Gone Chopin, have Liszt, Bach in a Minuet.


 What is the dynamic range of the bass trombone? 
On or off. 


What's the range of a tuba? 
Twenty yards if you've got a good arm! 


"The clarinet is a musical instrument the only thing worse than which is two." 
-- The Devil's Dictionary, by Ambrose Bierce 


Quite a number of years ago, the Seattle Symphony was doing Beethoven's Symphony No. 9 under the baton of Milton Katims. 

Now at this point, you must understand two things: 

There's a quite long segment in this symphony where the basses don't have a thing to do. Not a single note for page after page. 
There used to be a tavern called Dez's 400, right across the street from the Seattle Opera House, rather favored by local musicians. 
It had been decided that during this performance, once the bass players had played their parts in the opening of the symphony, they were to quietly lay down their instruments and leave the stage, rather than sit on thier stools looking and feeling dumb for twenty minutes. Once they got backstage, someone suggested that they trot across the street and quaff a few brews. 

When they got there, a European nobleman recognized that they were musicians, and bought them several rounds of drinks. Two of the bassists passed out, and the rest of the section, not to mention the nobleman, were rather drunk. Finally, one of them looked at his watch and exclaimed, "Look at the time! We'll be late!" 

The remaining bassists tried in vain to wake up their section mates, but finally those who were still conscious had to give up and run across the street to the Opera House. 


While they were on their way in, the bassist who suggested this excursion in the first place said, "I think we'll still have enough time--I anticipated that something like this could happen, so I tied a string around the last pages of the score. When he gets down to there, Milton's going to have to slow the tempo way down while he waves the baton with one hand and fumbles with the string with the other." 

Sure enough, when they got back to the stage they hadn't missed their entrance, but one look at their conductor's face told them they were still in serious trouble. Katims was furious! After all... 

It was the bottom of the Ninth, 
the basses were loaded, 
the score was tied, 
there were two men out, 
and the Count was full. 



Trombone: A slide whistle with delusions of grandeur! 


The PLO has taken 90 accordion players hostage. 
If their demands aren't met, they'll release one every hour. 


In New York City, an out of work jazz drummer named Ed was thinking of throwing himself off a bridge. But then he ran into a former booking agent who told him about the fantastic opportunities for drummers in Iraq. The agent said "If you can find your way over there, just take my card and look up the bandleader named Faisal--he's the large guy with the beard wearing gold pajamas and shoes that curl up at the toes." Ed hit up everyone he knew and borrowed enough to buy transport to Iraq. It took several days to arrange for passport, visas, transportation into Iraq and the shipping of his equipment, but he was finally on his way. 

Ed arrived in Baghdad and immediately started searching for Faisal. He found guys in pajamas of every color but gold. Finally, in a small coffeehouse, he saw a huge man with a beard--wearing gold pajamas and shoes that curled up at the toes! Ed approached him and asked if he was Faisal. He was. Ed gave him the agent's card and Faisal's face brightened into a huge smile. "You're just in time--I need you for a gig tonight. Meet me at the market near the mosque at 7:30 with your equipment." "But," gasped Ed, "what about a rehearsal?" "No time--don't worry." And with that, Faisal disappeared. 

Ed arrived in the market at 7:00 to set up his gear. He introduced himself to the other musicians, who were all playing instruments he had never seen in his life. At 7:30 sharp, Faisal appeared and hopped on the bandstand, his gold pajamas glittering in the twilight. Without a word to the musicians, he lifted his arm for the downbeat. "Wait." shouted Ed. "What are we playing?" Faisal shot him a look of frustration and shouted back, "Fake it! Just give me heavy after beats on 7 and 13." 


How many clarinetists does it take to change a light bulb? 
Only one, but he'll go through a whole box of bulbs before he finds just the right one.


 An explorer was traveling through the wilds of deepest, darkest Africa with a few native porters and guides. Far off in the distance, he hears drums pounding. Well, the explorer is naturally concerned, so he consults his guides. They reassure him, "There is nothing to worry about. When the drums stop, it's time to worry." This didn't make him feel much better, but he kept going. Gradually the drums got louder and he asked his guide again. "When the drums stop, it's time to worry" was the response he got again. Eventually the drums got so loud, the explorer would have sworn that they were right next to him. Then all of a sudden, they stopped. With a trembling voice, he asked his guide what would happen now. With an equally trembling voice, the guide answered, "oboe solo."


What do you get if you drop a piano down a mine shaft?

A flat miner.